I’m writing late tonight. Actually, I wasn’t going to write at all today and give my mind a rest.
But I got to thinking… always… thinking….
Thinking about how blessed and fortunate I am on so many levels in so many ways. A family who loves me warts and all, an amazing, supportive, encouraging husband who loves me and my free spirit, beautiful kids, grandkids, and friends. I have all of my needs more than adequately met, and I’m healthy.
It’s hard to not feel thankful with so many blessings.
I thought about this out on the road this morning… thankfulness.
Today was my run/cycle/run day. It was a warm humid morning … my reminder that I will be training in it daily pretty soon…
I’ve mentioned in previous posts I have my eyes set on tackling a duathlon so acclimating my body to the change of movement from running to cycling will take some training. It’s been about a month now and its getting easier on the second run.
Anyway, back to being thankful…
it was on my last, final leg of my workout those thoughts crossed my mind. I had about a mile left on my 5k, sweating was running into my eyes so I had to pull my glasses off to clear them to see and I was battling some nausea which came out of nowhere ( maybe it was the lone banana bouncing around in my stomach 😛 )
I was hungry. I was beyond sweaty. The sun was beating down on me. My legs were letting me know they had been moving for close to 2 hours….
And I realized (again) how thankful I am that I can do what I do. What a glorious, beautiful privilege.
I have a strong healthy body that can exercise.
What an amazing gift.
I can run.. and move fairly fast for a middle aged grandmother 😉
I can ride a bike like a demon and I can lift heavy things.
Moving our bodies in exercise is such a gift and blessing. Perhaps it’s why my heart hurts for people who make jokes about exercising and have not ever let themselves fully embrace the joy of it. Who choose to remain sedentary and not do the very thing they are made to do.
Yeah I get it. In the beginning, it’s hard. You sweat. You realize how out of shape you are as you gasp for air. You may hurt and ache for a few days. You’ve got to be intentional about making it happen. You have to find an activity you want to do. Then you do it… no excuses.
It takes effort.
I know. I’ve been there. Done that. Felt that way.
But when you do get moving….. and it starts getting in your blood.. and you look forward to it..
that’s when you feel so alive, so grateful, so appreciative.
That my friend, is when you realize how thankful you are for the pure gift of being able to do what you do and you never take that beautiful gift for granted again.